Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 75 Night Escape

The moonlight was partially obscured.

The moon hangs like a hook.

Yuan Futong ran wildly through the mountains and forests.

He fled in haste, disregarding his large army.

Yang Jian was like a demon, and his army was no match for him.

That's what they came for.

All the soldiers who were willing to stand in front of him died.

More than half of the hundreds of alchemists in the army were also lost.

The three Taoists sent by Taibai Xingjun were killed in less than three moves by Yang Jian.

These people were able to temporarily hold off Yang Jian.

He had just escaped from the military camp.

In his panic, he fled along a small path in the back of the mountain.

At this moment, he felt quite regretful, wondering why he had been so arrogant and angered Yang Jian.

What's even more infuriating is that Yang Jian has such great strength, yet he doesn't say it!

This caused him to harbor murderous intent and want to keep Yang Jian alive.

It's all because of that little beauty named Su Daji.

If he didn't still have lust for Yang Jian, why would he want to get rid of him?

At this moment, the Azure Dragon named Ao Bing, which he had been holding in his arms, had already disappeared.

I don't know when they slipped away.

Looking back, the military town where the army was stationed had already disappeared from sight.

Fortunately, before he fled, he instructed his generals to lead the troops back to the northern border.

The surroundings were quiet at this moment, so it seemed that Yang Jian would not be chasing after them.

Yuan Futong put himself in Yuan Futong's shoes.

Even if you had 100,000 pigs standing there for him to chop, he would die of exhaustion before he could even chop half of them.

No matter how powerful Yang Jian is, he is still made of flesh and blood; how can he keep killing indefinitely?

Thinking of this, he slowed down and took a short breath.

By observing the stars in the sky, we were able to easily determine our direction.

Head north.

He wants to go home!

He was born with heroic ambitions, and before coming to Chaoge, he harbored boundless aspirations, waiting only to support Wei Ziqi to ascend to the throne so that he could realize his grand ambitions.

Now, however, he returns alone, utterly alone.

His heroic spirit was shattered by Yang Jian, and he didn't even dare to rejoin the army, like a stray dog.

"Sigh~"

Yuan Futong sighed softly, forcing himself to cheer up.

He could not give up, for the revenge for Di Xin's plot against him was still unavenged.

Upon returning to the northern border, he will surely let the Yin Shang know how Yuan Futong has subdued the two hundred lords of the northern border.

Even at the cost of not a single survivor in the North.

He also wanted to lure out the demons of the North Sea and let the demons of the Yin Shang Dynasty run rampant.

It seemed as if the surrounding woods sensed the renewed fighting spirit within him.

A gust of wind blew by, and leaves drifted down.

A dragon's roar suddenly came from the woods behind them.

The dragon's roar seemed to conceal immense pain!

Yuan Futong was startled, realizing that Yang Jian was right behind him. Ao Bing, who had escaped from his grasp earlier, had been bumped into by Yang Jian.

As if he had a premonition that he would be annihilated if caught by Yang Jian, he immediately used both hands and feet to flee in a hurry.

A strong wind arose.

A strong wind was blowing through the woods.

The howling wind sounded like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

escape!escape!escape!

The scent of death mingled with the sound of the wind through the forest.

It was as if if he had been even a step slower, his life would have been in grave danger.

Yuan Futong was radiating heat and sweating profusely.

His heart felt like it had turned into a raging fire, scorching him in his chest and making it hard for him to breathe.

Exhale forcefully, squeezing the air out of your lungs, then open your chest and inhale a large breath of cold air.

Just now I felt a little bit of strength returning to my legs.

The narrow path was thorny and difficult to traverse.

He felt that the night was endless, as if this was the only night he had left to live.

Listening through the long night.

As dawn approaches and the east begins to lighten, the sky begins to turn white.

Yuan Futong knelt down by the stream.

A night passed, and Yang Jian did not pursue them.

He is safe.

At this moment, his temples were covered with white salt grains, and his arms and torso were also covered with tiny white crystals.

This is formed from the salt in his sweat condensing after it evaporated.

After drinking water by the stream, he looked at his reflection in the water.

I was suddenly taken aback.

In his reflection, his temples were noticeably white.

I initially thought it was just salt and wiped it off, only to find that the white residue was still clinging to my temples.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that all the strands of my hair had turned white from the roots.

His hair turned white overnight!

"Heh~"

Yuan Futong let out a bitter laugh.

He had never felt so terrified and wretched as he did today while he was in the Chaoge prison.

Yang Jian~

He silently repeated the name in his heart, his heart trembling slightly.

In his eyes, this person was already more terrifying than the name Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong's strength made him feel intimidated when facing him.

Yang Jian put immense pressure on him last night, causing him psychological trauma.

"Just wait! When I return to Chaoge, I will turn Chaoge upside down and shake the Shang Dynasty to its core. Then you will all die!"

Thinking this, he slowly reached out his right hand and touched his waist.

There are fragments of the Demon God Armor bestowed by the Star Lord Taibai there, which is also one of his opportunities to make a comeback.

He took out the brocade box, opened it, and found it completely empty.

Lost?

He panicked for a moment, thinking he had knocked it over while drinking water, and looked around frantically.

Unconsciously, his right hand touched his waist again.

The hard texture made him feel cold all over.

Trembling, he reached out to touch it, only to find that the piece of metal had solidified into a single piece of his flesh.

It was as if it grew out of his flesh and blood.

"Splash!"

A heavy object suddenly crashed into the stream.

The splashing water drenched Yuan Futong completely.

He wiped away the water droplets in front of his eyes, and his vision became clear.

Upon seeing what had fallen, his body suddenly stiffened.

Before him stood a bronze halberd, its tip pointed directly at his forehead, the blood clots on it forming black scabs that emitted a foul stench.

Keep your gaze forward.

As the sun rose, the blinding sunlight pierced my eyes, and all I could see was a tall, dark shadow.

Wait until you gradually get used to the light.

Yuan Futong then saw Yang Jian looking at him with a mocking expression. Yang Jian's demonic eyes looked around and finally locked onto Yuan Futong, making him feel a chill run down his spine.

"Ah~ Good morning, Lord Marquis."

Yang Jian covered his mouth with his free hand and yawned. The next moment, his eyes turned fierce: "I took a nap and you've only run this far? Do you look down on me? Think I can't catch you?"

Yuan Futong knew he was in deep trouble and had no chance of escaping, so his tense nerves relaxed.

As if all his energy had been drained, he collapsed to the ground, feeling completely drained.

He said weakly, "Kill me if you want, stop talking nonsense."

"No, no, no, Your Excellency is mistaken."

Yang Jian retrieved his bronze halberd and washed it in the stream. As the water washed over it, streaks of dark blood spread out.

"I was merely delivering a gift to the Marquis. Only your safe return to the Northern Border puts Grand Tutor Wen at ease, and puts my mind at ease as well!"

Yang Jian understood Wen Zhong's intention: Wen Zhong did not want Yuan Futong to cause trouble around Chaoge, as that would inevitably lead to chaos in Chaoge.

Wen Zhong's order for Yuan Futong to return to the northern border and start another rebellion was intended to escalate the conflict.

Only when the conflict is large enough to drag in all sides, or even when all the immortals and gods join the fray, will the Jie Sect be willing to participate.

Wen Zhong was worried that Yuan Futong didn't have enough capital, so he sent over Di Yi's two sons.

Yang Jian thought to himself, if he were Yuan Futong, he would be moved to tears upon receiving such a generous gift.

But to everyone's surprise, Yuan Futong was completely ungrateful.

There's no way around it; if they won't listen to reason, they'll have to suffer the consequences.

After a night of hard work, Yuan Futong should have figured things out.

The black unicorn landed slowly, leaving the still unconscious Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan on its back beside Yuan Futong.

"My lord, let's get going. Your army retreated overnight and has now reached Sanshan Pass. Keep heading north, and once you're out of these mountains, you should be able to reach them in three or four hours."

Yang Jian urged, casually pulling out Ao Bing, whom he had caught yesterday, from his waist and throwing him towards Yuan Futong: "Don't throw things around like that next time. Catching this guy was a real waste of my energy."

Ao Bing, with his slender dragon body coiled around, was covered in scales, clearly having suffered greatly when Yang Jian captured him again.

He glanced at Yang Jian in fear, then obediently flew onto Yuan Futong's shoulder.

Yuan Futong clenched his fists, an overwhelming sense of humiliation welling up inside him. His head ached, and his voice trembled: "Today's favor, I will repay tenfold in the future!"

Yang Jian chuckled softly, "I'll be watching closely. I hope the Marquis will give me a good time!"

"Oh, by the way, do you know how to use these two?"

Yang Jian, worried that Yuan Futong might not understand, kindly reminded him, "You're using the emperor to command the feudal lords; go back and think about it carefully."

Yuan Futong said nothing more, then casually picked up the two sons of the former king beside him and headed north.

Will Wen Zhong's scheme backfire?

At this moment, Yang Jian felt that Wen Zhong was deliberately trying to shoot himself in the foot.

Through Wen Zhong's series of actions.

Yang Jian understood that Wen Zhong wanted to increase the difficulty.

It shouldn't be too difficult.

He intercepted the immortals and taught them how to leave the mountain.

How can one compete for those blessed lands and grottoes if they don't leave the mountains?

The ancient Shu region alone could not satisfy Wen Zhong's appetite.

If Wen Zhong were to encounter an ancient immortal or deity on his own, and that immortal or deity did not show respect to the Jie Sect, Wen Zhong would surely perish.

Could this be the truth behind the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods?

Even if it isn't, it should be close enough.

Yang Jian felt he was getting closer and closer to the truth of the Investiture of the Gods.

The reason why the Heavenly Court could not hold back must be related to the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods that would follow.

And so, he returned to Chaoge City with a belly full of questions.

When I saw Wen Zhong again.

They discovered a strange Taoist priest beside Wen Zhong.

At first glance, he seems like an ordinary person.

However, the peculiar Daoist aura surrounding him clearly indicated that he was not as simple as he appeared.

"So you are Yang Jian? You are indeed a handsome man. No wonder Master urged me to come and take you back, and couldn't even wait for Junior Brother Wen Zhong to finish these trivial matters. I am Yu Yuan, you can call me—Senior Brother!"

The Taoist priest greeted Yang Jian, subtly revealing his cultivation level in a fleeting moment.

The immense pressure came, then vanished in the blink of an eye.

Even though Yu Yuan only released a trace of pressure.

Yang Jian felt his limbs stiffen and he couldn't move. His scalp tingled, as if he had been electrocuted.

It was as if their life or death depended on a single glance from the other person.

Yu Yuan, the eldest disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother, is the foremost disciple of the third generation of the Jie Sect.

The realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

This is... a show of force?

Volume Two has ended.

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